Vindictive Human Kind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Pretty people in my world usually ended up dead or being eaten alive by the living dead.It shows how cruel the world is. People who are proud of their beauty sometimes has the most mischievous attitude towards the person who was born ugly. Sometimes it is much better to have an own-built fortress to secure yourself from being bitten by those proud people.

Submitted: March 26, 2012

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Pretty people in my world usually ended up dead or being eaten alive by the living dead. That is what I set in my conscious mind since the world devastated my being. The world made me realize what cruelty is by giving me a cursed life. It won’t stop unless it saw me swarming on the sludge earth, tormenting from soreness and beseeching for death. I was treated badly that urged me to run and flee the pitiless world and rummage the world around for my own sanctuary. I’ve created my so-called world wherein pretty people don’t exist. I was born in obscurity. My own parents had thrown me in the deepest and darkest abyss of their own-built labyrinth because they were afraid that I might ruin their excellent image and flourishing career. I was a big humiliation for them because I was born dreadful despite of their good looks. I was the exact opposite of their stunning appearances. In addition to my surplus melancholy, I was born incomparable. I don’t know how it happened. Maybe when God speckled bad luck, I was fully awake and seized all of it thinking that it was a blessing. My parents don’t permit me to explore the world outside. They had locked me up in my own fortress and I was secluded by their unyielding sentinel. At least, that is what I belieed before. Hatred filled my heart. I thought being free to explore the real world is the greatest and the most ideal stuff that people would ever dream of but then I was wrong. I sturdily want to exist in their world only to find out that my fortress is better than what I thought. I realized that I was dreaming of the most-dim-witted things the world had.

I had a chance to break out from my fortification when my protectors went away for some unknown reason. Without more ado, I ran as fast as I can until I could no longer perceive my reformatory. At last, I was free. I couldn’t explain the feeling. It’s a mixture of different emotions. I tried to mingle with the people I’ve seen but they were pushing me away. They don’t want me near them. They kept on avoiding me. I’ve got their deceiving and furtive looks while telling me some obscene words on my face. The worst of all, they were throwing stones on me and beat my arms until blood flowed all over my body. No one cared. They left me lying flat on the ground while gasping for my own breath. I hate those people who made my life hell especially those people who were proud of having good looks. I thought of returning back to my fortification but I don’t know how. I can’t. I’m too weak to move my body even my fingers. I had enough. I felt like dying. I’m losing my consciousness and ready to leave the earth when I felt someone held my arms and lifted my body. I don’t know who he was but I felt secured in his arms. At last, I will be in peace. Total darkness covered my being. I thought it was the end but I was awakened after dreaming so many wonderful dreams. When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar place of my penitentiary which suddenly became the place of my recovery, my haven and my dreamland. I turned my head and saw my protectors standing beside my bed and smiling at me. Then tears surged on their cheeks while saying that they were glad I’m alive. The feeling of hatred suddenly vanished. Enthusiasm and pleasure flooded through me. They explained everything to me. The reason why they don’t let me out is that they don’t want me to be hurt. They don’t want these things to happen. They were protecting me from those people outside especially those who were born and proud to be beautiful because more often than not they were the mischievous persons on earth. They got their good looks because of plastic surgery that I couldn’t have because I am hemophilic. Now, I learned my lesson. I realized that my parents love me so much and now I’m much more willing to stay on their protective arms and parental love. I will reside forever in my own built world wherein pretty people usually ended up dead or being eaten alive by the living dead.


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